Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

At midnight, the rain finally stopped.

Although the sky is dark, it can be seen faintly that the heavy clouds above the head are cracking from the middle, and higher and farther, there is a little bit of starlight.

It's sunny, too.

The spiritual ritual that could not have been held because it rained was still in accordance with the original plan. Yan Feibai grabbed a gown that Yan Yi wore before climbing to the roof, waving and shouting loudly: "Return ... come back ... "

The sound, long and desolate, traveled far and wide in the dark night.

After hearing his shout, Yan Ruoyu once again couldn't hold back tears like rain and buried her face on my shoulder. I listened to the sound of her sobbing in the ear, and I just reached out and patted her hand gently. .

The entire main house, even Gantang Village, was brightly lit. The monk who invited me finished the chanting and surpassing the chanting on the spiritual bed for the last time. At this time, I heard a clutter of footsteps coming from the door of the spiritual hall behind me, as if Some people came to this side, but in the past three days, everyone behaved very well. No one came here at such a messy time.

Turned around and took a look, but it was a stun.

Yan Yan ...

This gray-haired old man, my fifth uncle, is here.

These days, he has been locked in another place in Gantang Village. Although he and Pei Yuanxiu are complicit, after all, they are the elders in the family and they are too old to be locked in a dungeon. At the yard, he was placed under house arrest with Yan Zicong, Yan Yong, and several other juniors who followed him. A lot of people were also sent to watch.

But today, he appeared here.

It was Yan Zicong and Yan Yong who came after him.

I couldn't help but immediately turned my head and saw Father Ma standing at the door with his hands on his back, with a calm expression on his face, I immediately understood: "Master, it's you--"

He said: "After all, it is her brother, who is also from the Yan family. She has no children and grandchildren. In the last journey, it is best that everyone should come to see her."

I pursed my lips and nodded slightly.

This, of course, is the best.

So I looked up and walked out, Yan Yan was coming up. He didn't look at me, but looked directly behind me. The brightly lit hall of worship, the solemn spirit card, and the surroundings were like ghosts. The spirits trembling constantly in the wind.

Yan Zheng's steps became heavy, as if his legs and feet were filled with lead. His first step on the steps was as heavy as a pound, and he could not even take the second step.

He stared blankly at the spirit in front of him, and said hoarsely: "Sister ..."

I originally wanted to say something to him, but I couldn't remember a word at this time, just watching this old and sloppy old man, even some arrogant old people stood like this, old tears were vertical and horizontal, for a time full of soreness, only Can slowly step aside.

No matter how many years he separated from this elder sister, and how much contradiction he had when he saw him again, but this is brotherhood, this is love, and everyone's feelings about Yan Yi's death are not as deep as his-this It is the last of his siblings, so he left ...

What he saw was not just the death of others.

Yan Yan stepped up the steps, almost tripped over the threshold, then walked to the spirit, and threw himself on his knees: "Big sister--!"

"..."

"How hard are you, how hard are you!"

"..."

"Sister!"

The Yan Zicong and Yan Yong behind him may not understand why he was so sad, but they still walked into the hall and kneeled down.

Seeing this scene, my tears were flowing out of control uncontrollably, and my eyelids were stinging. I could only control myself as much as possible, and then slowly walked behind Yan Yan, followed by kneeling. Others Yan Ruoyu and others followed me and knelt behind me.

After everyone bowed down, Yan Zicong also helped his grandpa up, Yan Yan rubbed his eyes vigorously, then turned his head to look at us: "Sister's spiritual position-"

Father Ma came over and said calmly, "It will be sent to the ancestral temple according to her last wish."

Yan Yan didn't say anything, just nodded her head and asked, "She has no children, who will send it in?"

I said, "I."

"you?"

He immediately frowned, flatly: "No!"

I frowned, "Why?"

"You are a woman. How could a woman enter the ancestral temple?"

"Aunt is also a woman, but her spiritual position has entered the ancestral temple. Why can't I send her spiritual position to the ancestral temple?"

"You can't do this, even if the eldest sister has no children, the Yan family still has the homeowner! This is left to the homeowner!"

"But the owner gave me everything here!"

I said firmly: "Uncle, this matter is not to discuss with you, but I have decided."

"you--"

He was snoring with anger, but when he was not able to conflict with me now, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I can promise you to send the elder sister's spirit into the ancestral shrine. Go in at night! "

"..."

"The ancestors and ancestors are above, this rule cannot be broken!"

"..."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't let you enter the ancestral shrine of the Yan family like this even if I hit myself here!"

When he said that, he really looked at Ling Ling, his two fists clenched, and his face showed an outrageous instinct. I looked back at Mr. Ma, and he seemed hesitant and silent. After a while, he looked at me and nodded very lightly.

I exhaled and said to Yan Yan, "Okay, I promise you."

With such a sigh of relief, I heard that many people behind him were secretly relieved.

It seems that although they didn't say anything before, they were still somewhat jealous. Yan Yan's words actually agreed with many people. They really didn't want me to enter the ancestral hall like this. And I also understand that, probably now, it's really not the time when I can officially enter the ancestral shrine as a woman.

This road is much longer than we think.

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Since it is to be worshipped at the ancestral shrine at night, it is naturally not too late, as everyone else has already prepared everything else.

So, soon, our people arranged everything in the ancestral hall.

I put on a robe and walked to the Lingtang under everyone's attention. After kneeling down for three weeks and worshiping Jiuyi, I stepped forward to take Yan Yi's spiritual position, and slowly walked to the entrance of the Lingtang, watching the crowd in front of me. In the crowd, Mr. Ma is still standing far away, looking at me pale, like an outsider.

Yan Feibai and Yan Ruoyu also followed behind me, and began to mourn, as a roll of paper money was thrown high into the sky, and then the pieces scattered, like falling snow, I finally lifted my feet and went out, listening With the scattered sound of the paper money falling on my head, shoulders, we were stepped under our feet, and we went forward all the way, and the soul-calling and lanterns opened a completely strange road for my eyes.

This is my first time to mourn for someone.

For the first time, the clear line between life and death has blurred.

I walked on the road paved with paper money, step by step, until I reached the ancestral shrine, here is not the same as when you were discussing important events a few days ago, the eaves and trees are covered with linen, in the night Fluttering, like countless ghosts, watching this moment.

And when I walked to the ancestral hall holding the spiritual position, an inexplicable trembling surged from my heart.

When my father and mother left, I did n’t show filial piety to them, nor did I have the opportunity to mourn for them, but today, it seems that God has given me this opportunity, so that I can enter the ancestral temple and take a look at my father Spirit position, go to do his part to filial piety.

God treat me, maybe it's really not thin.

Thinking of this, my heart didn't seem to be so uncomfortable. At this time, I was also walking under the steps in front of the ancestral temple. The door had been opened, and there was no light in the black hole. Only the lanterns carried by those people behind illuminated it. At the door, my figure was reflected inside, dangling.

Mr. Ma stepped forward and nodded at me, and I knelt down holding the seat of the spirit, and slammed my head against the open door.

The descendants of Yan's behind also followed the hoe.

But as I stood up and was about to walk in, Yan Yan said suddenly, "Wait a minute!"

I stopped on the steps and looked back at him.

Although Yan Yi's funeral made him attend, everyone was guarding him now, so even if he came here, everyone behind us followed us, and when he heard him speak, several people were vigilant Take a step forward, beware of what he is going to do.

I asked, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

He frowned: "Even if the owner doesn't come, why not even his mother?"

Xue Yan?

I said softly: "Mother she is sick and can't get up, so-"

Yan Yan said resentfully: "This home is getting more and more out of order!"

I didn't say much, just sighed, then turned my head, and looked intently forward, where is my shadow, but I do n’t know if it ’s not a sudden wind. incredible.

At this time, my heart was inexplicable and suddenly sank.

At this time, far away, there was a loud noise behind us, as if someone was shouting loudly, in such a quiet night, it seemed particularly thrilling.

what happened?

Everyone turned back, someone already exclaimed.

I turned around holding the spirit position, and when I looked up, I saw a cloud of fire rising from the other end of the village in the dark night.